Monday, August 3, 2009


if you had all four legs
and cut out that dirty language of yours
I know exactly how you'd sound
the natural flavor of your cold voice
would shatter glass and tremble floor boards
would make the neighbors cringe
could take a moon of men to move you
could take a storm to quench your thirst
your dirty mouth is scaring the children
and your silly smile is making me shiver

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